Davy Jones Equine Memorial Fund- Charity Cards For Sale


The unexpected death of Davy Jones of the Monkees in February 2012 was devastating for me.  It was because of him that I fell in love with horses as a young child. (see related post)  I am selling sets of the hand stamped, original designed cards shown below for $11.00 ($3 a piece + shipping).   The sole purpose for selling these cards is charity based.  ALL MONEY RECEIVED, minus the postage costs, will be collected and donated to the Davy Jones Equine Memorial Fund (DJEMF). 

The mission of DJEMF, as posted on their website reads,

“The Davy Jones Equine Memorial Foundation was founded
in 2012 by Davy’s daughters Talia, Sarah, Jessica, and Annabel, to protect
and care for the herd of largely retired and rescued
racehorses he left behind.”
“Over the course of many years, David rescued horses that were being
neglected, abused, retiring with an
uncertain future (likely slaughter), or had special needs…
Right now, the objective is to be able to keep the herd
healthy, safe, and together with the generous help of friends, family, and fans.
It costs thousands of dollars each
month just to meet the most basic needs of the herd, without factoring in many
of the “one-off” supplies and services
that are needed from time to time.”
“The near-term goals of the organization are to provide for
the needs of the herd. In the long-term, they hope
to expand the organization, and when they are able, potentially use the horses
to work with underprivileged children.
The girls are very hands-on with the horses and the non-profit. They are
passionately committed to continuing their
father’s work with the herd, but they need our help.”

I have designed and made these cards in hopes of generating enough money to make a sizeable donation to the herd.

Click the Buy Now Button below to order your set today !!

Buy Now Button with Credit Cards

I prefer to sell them as a set, but if you want to buy individual cards, that’s ok too.    You can purchase individuals at my Etsy shop.

Thank you sincerely for your interest.

Shirt Card

Signature Monkees 8 button Red Shirt with grey pants and black belt with gold belt buckle.  Inside of the card reads “When Someone You Love Becomes a Memory, the Memory Becomes a Treasure.

Abstract British Flag

Abstract British Flag, embossed and stamped with sheet music. Inside of card reads “Love” with a multi colored paisley design. (Note: color of paisley design will vary from card to card)

Horse Card

Sage green speckled card with brown toned diamonds and a brown ink stamped horse on the front with the words “Keep Calm and” on the outside. On the inside of the card is a brown stamped race horse and the words “Ride On” stamped on diamonds of the same color as the front of the card.

Re-purposed Sweater = Warm Mittens

Pinterest… it’s awesome! Don’t you just love pinning things. Then maybe later you’ll go back and click on the pin that hopefully has a functioning link to the page the image came from. And isn’t it frustrating when it takes you to a page that isn’t in English. UGHGH especially when you are all ready to get started on the project. That is precisely the reason why I am putting up the process I used to create these mittens out of an old sweater I had.

The nice thing about this project is that there are no paper patterns involved.  Sometimes for me the less instructions the better because I do not always have the best patience for sewing projects as I just want to get them done.

The sweater I used was wool and not knitted very tight. Various online sources tell you to use the Ugly Christmas Sweaters and show something that looks like a fleece or cashmere blend. I used what I had on hand (ha ha ha no pun intended… get it.. you know.. mittens.. on your hand…) & it just so happened that it has the feel of an Olympic style pattern as well (Sochi -  Winter 2014 ) .

First turn the sweater inside out and trace your hand (in a mitten pose or like an oven-mitt) making sure to utilize the side seam of the sweater as well as the bottom hem.  Make sure you trace enough space around your hand.  It can be made smaller when you are stitching it together.

Cut it out


Because my sweater looked like it would be very airy as it, so I decided to line it with a pajama fleece material. So I re-traced the cut out mitten onto the fleece


I used the pinking sheears around the edges so they wouldn’t fray over time


I also top stitched around the fleece liner because it sounded like something I was probably told to do in school, but didn’t remember. Should help prevent any additional fraying.


Next, pin the liner onto the wrong side of the cut out sweater piece.


Stitch all the way around.


Make sure that you will have enough space for your hand. Warp it around and pin where necessary. I had not been very generous when tracing and cutting out my sweater pattern in step one. This created a problem when trying to get a good seam. I will have to do a bit of hand sewing afterwards, but that’s ok.


Clip any extra edges, such as the top round edge so that when you turn it inside out, it is smooth.

Now I’m ready to fight the Polar Vortex weather driving to work in the mornings and wearing my colors for the Olympics. Yay !!!


I’ll Remember You

I’ve met some big celebrities before.  Of course “Big Celebrities” is a matter of opinion.  However, when throwing names around- it’s best to use the most popular or notable ones to get your point across.  It’s hard to rank them in order of who is the most important because at the moment the encounter takes place, it’s always the most special of all time.  For instance, I’m post 2 Hours 18 minutes from meeting the multi-talented Michael Nesmith, and it’s currently the greatest thing ever.  But I’m trying to remember that just about a month ago I was calling everyone I knew to tell them I had met Micky Dolenz, and Peter Tork, and Davy Jones’ Daughters because that was the greatest thing to ever happen to me.   It was a different feeling of excitement for all of them.

So here’s where I throw my big names around.  I’ve met Bob Uecker, William Shatner, President George W. Bush & Mrs. Laura Bush (I was an intern at the White House, but didn’t get to meet him til after his Presidency ended— ‘nother blog, ‘nother time),  Alan Alda, Rusty Wallace, and many many many more musicians. 

You can hold me to my word- meeting Michael Nesmith was most definitely the best experience in my lifetime, and that statement won’t change.  I mean it runs so close with meeting President Bush that I can’t distinguish the margin of excellence between both of them because of their warmth and welcoming nature, and jovial attitude and engagement  really created an atmosphere that I will always be able to go to as my happy place when I need it.  The feeling of those moments will never go away.

The anticipation of meeting Michael was almost too much for me today….the butterflies in my stomach, the racing heartbeat of what happens if the venue doesn’t have my approval to go back stage, what do I say to Nez, what if the cab driver doesn’t get me there on time??  Too much to worry about !!  I wanted so badly for everything to come out perfect. 

To begin with the concert portion, I really enjoyed the set up of it.  The stage was no more than 15 feet away from the 2nd row of tables.  Behind the tables were cushioned bench seats.  I couldn’t have chosen a better seat, just off middle center. Truth be known, when tickets went on sale, it was such a mad rush to make sure that I had anything, that I clicked randomly on an open single seat.  The stage also seemed a bit cozy, in such that the other 4 musicians and Mike did not have much room to move around.

The show started and everyone cheered and stood up and clapped and clapped past when I’m sure he thought we were going to stop.  When I saw him with the Monkees last November, I didn’t really get a chance to see him.  I was so far away that it felt like I was watching on TV.  Not this time… unless it was a 3D retina TV !  I could hear his coat brush against his pants and his tennis shoes scuff the floor.  I took my seat and looked up at him on stage and the tears, uncontrollably started rolling down my cheeks.  I know the first song he was singing “Papa Gene’s Blues”, but I really can’t remember it.  I kept thinking, “Make it stop !  Your eye makeup will run and You still have to get your picture taken later !”  It was just pure joy though, and I couldn’t stop it.   The more I’d smile and laugh the more that came out.   I was sitting there thinking about him and blogs about his dog back home, or favorite parts from the TV show and trying hard to take in every little detail about the concert. 


Mike would tell the background story of the song before playing it.  He even had a creative and lyrical way of presenting the inspiration for his songwriting that left me feeling in awe of his imagination and creativity.  Many of the original songs he chose to showcase were songs of love or heartache and were defined by a wide range of decades- even before Mike’s time, such as the 20s for “Rio” and “Casablanca Moonlight” up through the 2000’s and the song “Rays”.  I looked at the set list on time weeks before the show.  I know it was a spoiler, but I wanted to make sure I knew what songs he was going to sing because he has sooooo many albums- and no, I did not expect him to sing Monkees songs.  That’s not what this tour was about.  The two songs that kept playing in my head after the show were “Rays” which he described as pertaining to an astronaut in space and a song called “Laugh Kills Lonesome” from a cowboy painting he saw in Montana. 


Once the show was over (and it was over too fast!), the fortunate few with backstage (blingy) bracelets stayed in our seats while the general audience people left and the tables were cleaned up.  We were moved to another room that had red chairs around the perimeter of the room.  In one corner of the room was a very small stand for him to use to sign autographs.  I sat with my two friends, but kept  leaning forward and I saw him coming down the hallway from my corner seat, and he was already smiling.  This is what for me started to set the mood.  The air about him was not emitting a feeling of reluctance or this being another chore or something the manager set up for him to do. 

I took note because of two of the above people I mentioned as “Big Names” , their actions put a daper on the experience.  They were almost silent, non-smiling and made you feel like they just wanted to get it done as fast as possible. 


Mike had changed out of his stage clothes (a button down black shirt and tie, with blue jeans and a blazer) and into a flannel shirt, that I very much wish I were wearing ! :)

He greeted everyone and looked around.  This one lady just walked right up to him and hugged him.  What a greeting !  With how shy I am, I didn’t want to have people in line around me hearing what I had to say to him- luckily they didn’t, except for those that were at the end of the line, but near the table.  He started the line on the wall closest to him (3 walls only).  I was in the corner on the 2nd wall talking to my friends who also are recording artists and regulars at Nez’s Video Ranch on the weekends.  We were talking and laughing to pass the time.  Before I knew it, I was up next.

“Whose next?” I remember him asking.

“That’s me,” I said and stood up and walked across the room.  He was watching me walk across the room!  It was as scary as when you have to give a speech in front of the class and no one really wants to listen to you and is scowling.  Well that’s how unnerving it felt to me.

As I got closer, he extended his hand and said it was nice to meet me and thanks for coming, what was my name.  His hands were so soft.  I guess I mention that because I didn’t expect them to be from playing the guitar. 

Now, Mike is much taller than me, and I wasn’t speaking so loud so he kept bending in closer to hear me.

I took the first collage out of the envelope that I had created for my mom’s autograph (she didn’t make the trip to Chicago for this so I wanted to do this as a special surprise for her).  Mom wanted me to just give him the message that she had loved him always.  So I asked him to please sign the picture for her.  He told me I was a very nice daughter to do that.  The pictures were from one of our favorite Monkee episodes.  It’s called “Never Look a Gift Horse In the Mouth.”  I always liked it because it was about Davy and a horse and you saw him racing on the beach, and he and the guys were working on a farm.  Just all things I love.  Mom liked the song sequence when Michael was singing Papa Gene’s Blues and he winked at the camera.  I took some screen shots of that and put them in a collage.  I remember he asked me twice how to spell her name. 

Then I fumbled with the rest of the pictures that I had in my hand, not knowing which to give him.  I decided to bring out the small 5×7 picture of he and I at the Video Ranch from earlier in the year.  He was seated in a chair on the edge of the dance floor and I was dancing next to him.  I had it with me in March when I met his son, Christian.  I never thought I’d get the chance to see Nez in person so I had Christian sign it because he and I were talking about the Ranch.  

Michael looked at the picture for quite a while and thought it was a real cute idea.  He asked if that was me in the picture.  So he signed it, but didn’t personalize it with my name.  That’s ok.  I was so flustered anyway. I have an autograph that he sent through the mail when I bought his books. 

I don’t know if he expected me to bring out the other pictures that I had in my hand, but I didn’t because I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation.  The way I feel and the way I perceive him, is that I don’t want to upset him in any way, by being basically a “pain the ass”, or immature.  I wanted to be conscious of how he was feeling.  I had overheard a conversation (and we all know how reliable hearsay is) that people kept telling him they loved him, and he wanted to know do you love me or the guy I played on a tv show.  So since all the pics I had were from the Monkees TV show, it’s probably better that I didn’t bring them out.

So with nothing on the table to sign, it was time for our photograph together.  He put his arm around my shoulder.  I put my hand on his back and his flannel shirt was so fuzzy and warm.  I just wanted to cuddle up with him the rest of the night.  We stood there for a while to make sure the picture would come out right.  The camera lady was a bit unsure (but she did a good job) so I asked her if she wanted the flash on.  Mike said that the flash really didn’t help or work well in this room. (side note- we still had our arms around each other at this point- sigh)  We looked at the thumbnail pic on the screen before parting… each saying a plethora of thank you back and forth to each other.  I walked back to my seat where my friends “The Pondhawks” were on their way up to meet him.


They and I waited with two other people until the entire conversation meet and greet session was over.  He waved and said goodnight.  We followed him out of the room and he waited for the elevator, waving so-long.

There were so many more things that I wish I had said to him.  I wanted to tell him to hug his puppy-dog Dale for me.  I wanted to tell him how much I admire him (I love him dearly, but I think he’s more appreciate me being an adoring fan than to say I love him when I don’t really know him), I wanted to ask him how he named the various places at the Ranch, tell him how much I like his lyrics and how certain ones pop out at you even though you’ve sung the song tons of times.  I shouldn’t be so hard on myself though or compare it to meeting the other guys because I was able to handle myself better with Peter, Micky and Christian.  Well, I have to remember that I had a 2nd chance with all of them.  Two days in a row, I stood in line to see the afore mentioned so I had the chance to calm it down.

In all, I’m not disappointed one bit.  I’d still like to do this once in a life time opportunity again.   It’s almost like…. I’ve met Mike Nesmith, my heart is full; I’m content.  I can’t think of many others stars that I can say I want to meet, but maybe I’ll still strive for Arlo Guthrie and David Ogden Stiers. 

Here’s a link  to the rest of the pictures from the concert. https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10200174020168049.1073741830.1077830858&type=1&l=bc8f8ac7f4

The title of this blog “I’ll Remember You” is in tribute to a song Nez wrote and recorded on his The Newer Stuff Album.  Lyrics here. http://www.morethanweimagine.com/newerstuff/ill_remember_you.html

Ragged Old Flag


I was feeling rather patriotic today and decided to spin my playlist of that genre to take me through at least 2 hours of work up to lunch time. This included all 66 tracks of Fife and Drum songs on Frederick Fennell’s “The Spirit of ’76/Ruffles and Flourishes” cd. (The cd also has bugle calls, drum solos, marches everything you’d expect to see in a parade or when Union soldiers come marching over the hill) At one point my co-worker turned around and asked when exactly the Calvary was going to show up. I took the hint to turn the volume down a notch.

All the songs are truly fantastic and could easily keep me posting lyrics after lyrics for the entire set (see scroll box below for my Patriotic mix list), but I chose to share “The Ragged Old Flag” by Johnny Cash for the reason that it sounded very much like a poem and because the story takes you through the early history of America.

I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin’ there.
I said, “Your old court house is kinda run down,
He said, “Naw, it’ll do for our little town”.
I said, “Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit,
And that’s a ragged old flag you got hangin’ on it”.
He said, “Have a seat”, and I sat down,
“Is this the first time you’ve been to our little town”
I said, “I think it is”
He said “I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of
That Ragged Old Flag
“You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
And It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
Writing “Say Can You See”
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
Tugging at it’s seams.
And It almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on
That Ragged Old Flag

“On Flanders Field in World War I,
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp, and low, a time or two,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
By her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
And now they’ve about quit wavin’ back here at home
In her own good land here She’s been abused,
She’s been burned, dishonored, denied an’ refused,
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she’s getting thread bare, and she’s wearin’ thin,
But she’s in good shape, for the shape she’s in.
Cause she’s been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more.

“So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don’t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I *do* like to brag
Cause I’m mighty proud of
That Ragged Old Flag”

Patriotic America- Through the Years- Maggie’s Compilation

I tried my best to put them in chronological order

“Star Spangled Banner” by Ricochet
“Johnny Freedom” by Johnny Horton
“George Washington” by Oscar Brand from the CD Presidential Campaign Songs
“Presidents’ Birthday” by Heywood Banks (awesome song and now I know all the Presidents in order by first name!)
“Ruffles and Flourishes” Instrumental from the Alan Menken Lincoln Soundtrack
“Thomas Jefferson” by Oscar Brand
“Hail to the Chief”
“Millard Fillmore” by Oscar Brand
“Battle of New Orleans” by Johnny Horton
“Martin Van Buren” by Oscar Brand
“Recruiting Bugle” Instrumental from the Alan Menken Lincoln Soundtrack
“The Girl I Left Behind Me” Instrumental from the Alan Menken Lincoln Soundtrack
“Lookout Mountain” by Brother Phelps
“Gettysburg Address” spoken word from the Alan Menken Lincoln Soundtrack
“Johnny Reb” by Johnny Horton
“Goodbye Reb” by Grandpa Jones
“Good Old Rebel” by Hans Olson on The Wild West soundtrack by John McEuen
“Billy Yank & Johnny Reb” by Grandpa Jones
“Are You From Dixie?” by Grandpa Jones
“Rally Round the Flag”
“Where the Stars & Stripes & Eagles Fly” by Aaron Tippin
“Over There” by Jimmy Cagney from the Yankee Doodle Dandy Soundtrack
“Sink the Bismarck” by Johnny Horton
“How About a Cheer for the Navy” by All Soldier Chorus from the movie This is the Army
“Remember Pearl Harbor” from the Soundtrack Remember Pearl Harbor, Classic Songs of WWII
“Der Fuehrer’s Face” from the Soundtrack Remember Pearl Harbor, Classic Songs of WWII
“Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition” by Ivan Dixon
“Washington Post March”
“Waking Up in the USA” by Dale McBride
“American Eagles/With My Head Up In the Sky” by All Soldier Chorus from the movie This is the Army
“Point of Light” by Randy Travis
“Ragged Old Flag” by Johnny Cash
“Are You Proud of America?” by
“Taps” spoken story by John Wayne
“Song of the Presidents” by Oscar Brand
Images of the rare cds

Happy New Year ~2013~

Ah 2012… what can I say.  I’d like to say Good Riddance and kick your ass out the door, but I do have a number to things to be happy about last year.

New YearsI remember New Years Eve when I was a very little kid how much fun my sister and I would have littering the living room with confetti, and making all kinds of noise…. at 11:00.  We would watch the ball drop in times square on TV and that was also supposed to signify our New Years, despite the difference of one hour in the time zones.  It was fun, and memorable.  Then I would start to cry.  Not like a drunk cries on New Years but I couldn’t handle the scariness of change in the coming new year.  I don’t know what it was, because little kids really didn’t have much to worry about.  But that unknown scared me.

It goes without saying that this year was full of ups and downs.

  • We lost many great people.

Davy Jones (my first love)


Richard Dawson (my new love)








Andy Griffith (everyone’s lovable sheriff)

  • My mom had two major surgeries and I had one.  I recovered wonderfully; she didn’t so much.
  • After being in existance for nearly 40 years, the Print Shop at work, closed without a fight .
  • We suffered through a drought.


On the bright side:

  • I met William Shatner and American Pickers’ Mike Wolfe this year.

  • I saw Michael Nesmith in concert (life long dream for a Monkees fan)


  • I made some new friends.  They are faraway friends, but non-the-less new friends, Tony, Artie, Doon, Mario and Ideal.

I’ve probably lost some friends this year as well.



  • I’ve found happiness volunteering on the farm belonging to the Hunger Task Force, and very much hope to be able to go back next Spring.



  • Robert brightened up my life twice this year.



I don’t really do well with resolutions.  One status update on Facebook from the Vladimir Putin Fan Page was a quote from his New Year’s speech.  He said, “We believe that we can change the life around us and become better ourselves, that we can become more heedful, compassionate, gracious….”  Maybe it’s not so much a resolution, but it made me think that perhaps I could reflect and try to figure out what it is about myself that is so unlikeable to everyone else and try to change it.  I realize my interests aren’t that popular, but I always try to please people and do things to make them happy, but regardless, I’m still always the odd man out.


Happy New Year Everybody